Septiplier One Shots

Roommates (Pt. 3)

Jack returned to his dorm in about fifteen minutes. He sat outside of the room for what seemed like forever, until he finally mustered up the courage to go in and face Mark.

He then managed to stand up and walk inside, seeing Mark pacing back and forth with his head in his hands.

Mark looked up at the sound of the door opening, both of the boys teary-eyed.

"Jack," Mark breathed out, walking over to him and wrapping his arms around him.

Jack hugged back and they just stood there, small sniffles escaping every now and again.

"I'm sorry for not answering right away," Mark said after pulling away, "I was worried you'd hate me."

"Me hate you?" Jack said, bitterly laughing, trying to hold back his cries but to no avail, "I'm surprised you're not kicking me out of the dorm this second. I figured you'd be the one hating me. I confessed my love to a completely straight guy and you don't hate me. You somehow don't hate me."

"I could never hate you," Mark said, putting his hands on Jack's shoulders to steady the crying man, "Even if I was completely straight, I wouldn't hate you."

Jack's crying slowed, "What?"

"Jack, I'm not straight," Mark said, "And I don't hate you."

"What are you then?" Jack said, "You seem like the straightest guy on the planet."

"I'm bisexual," Mark said, "And I thought the same about you."

"Well, surprise," Jack said, "I'm one hundred percent homosexual."

Mark then moved his hands to either side of Jack's face, "I just want you to know," Mark began, "I don't hate you."

Then Mark pressed his lips against Jack's, oh so gently.

Jack was surprised to say the least, but soon enough began to kiss back. Jack's hands found their way to Mark's face while Mark's arms then snaked around Jack's shoulders.

Jack couldn't believe what was happening. It's something he'd wanted to do for months now. He couldn't believe Mark felt the same way, unless it turned out to be a huge hoax created by Mark and his idiotic friend group.

Mark pulled away too quickly for Jack's liking, and they looked at each other with small smiles and red cheeks.

"I," Mark began.

"Oh, shut up, ya big doofer," Jack said before reconnecting their lips.

Mark immediately kissed back and soon enough, they were hungry and lustful for one other.

They finally pulled away again, both nearly gasping for breath.

"I don't even know what to say," Jack said, "I... you feel the same..?"

Mark nodded, "I feel the same."

"I'm so glad," Jack said, "I was so scared that you wouldn't accept me after what I said, and you did, and your reaction was so much better than I anticipated. I just don't know how either of our friend groups will react," Jack continued, "And that's the scary part."

"Hey," Mark said, nearly a whisper, moving his hand up to Jack's cheek and caressing it, "If they don't accept you... if they don't accept us, they're not your real friends."

Jack sighed, putting his hand on top of Mark's, "You're right. Thank you, Mark. I think I should tell them tomorrow. We're all going to hang out tomorrow night, so, it'll probably be best."

"I'll need to tell my friends, too," Mark said, "I don't think any of them will like me much anymore."

"Well, a very wise man once told me, if they don't accept you, they're not your real friends," Jack said with a grin.

"I feel like I've heard that somewhere before," Mark said with a small laugh, briefly kissing Jack's nose.

"It's late," Mark said, "We should probably be getting to bed now."

"I don't want to sleep," Jack said, "I'm too awake."

"You're going to regret it if you don't sleep, Jackaboy," Mark said.

"Sleep is for the weak," Jack said.

"Right now you're the weak," Mark laughed, "Go to sleep."

"Fine," Jack said, "Only if we cuddle though."

Mark smiled, "I'd be happy to."

So they changed into their pajamas in separate areas of the dorm and Jack got into Mark's bed before Mark came back.

He sat closest to the wall, covering himself with the blankets.

When Mark walked into the bedroom area, he laughed. He turned out the light and sat in the bed next to Jack.

"You know," Mark began, covering up as well, "A few years ago, I never thought I was even the slightest bit not straight, I was always so sure I'd find the perfect girl. I never thought I'd be with a guy, and be so sure that I was going on the right path."

Jack took a breath, then began, "I kind of always knew I was gay. I tried so hard to convince myself that I was straight. I knew my family was totally against it so when I finally realized that I couldn't change it, I hid it from them. Eventually I told them. It was too hard to keep it as a secret for that long."

Mark took Jack's hand in his own, rubbing the back of Jack's hand with his own thumb as a way of telling the Irishman to go on.

"I didn't get kicked out, thank god," Jack said, "But my family didn't accept me for who I was. They acted like they kept forgetting I was gay, and when I talked to them, they usually replied with short sentences. That's another reason why I moved all the way over here. They still haven't accepted me, so I left," he sighed, "I don't plan on going back."

"I wouldn't want to go back either."

"During my earlier teen years, I got really sad. I didn't think it was anything major at the time, but then I was diagnosed with depression, and I started getting suicidal at my family's disapproval of my sexuality, and I tried taking my life, twice. I regret even trying now, but at the time, I felt it was the best thing to do. I finally started recovering from it, and now I feel perfectly happy ninety-five percent of the time, but I have bad days, just like everybody else, they're just a little more extreme than most people. I never really understood why being gay was such a big deal to everyone else, but it just kind of was, and I... I don't know."

"Hey," Mark said quietly, letting go of his hand and wrapping his arm around Jack, "It's okay now."

Jack nodded.

"It's gonna be okay," Mark said, "You're going to be okay."

After Mark had wrapped his arms around Jack, Jack had begun to silently cry. He was so thankful of the darkness of the room so that Mark couldn't see him.

But Mark felt his small hitches. He heard Jack's small sniffles and his shaky breaths.

Instead of talking, Mark just held Jack closer, hugging him and letting him cry into his chest.

Jack hugged back, his arms wrapped around Mark's shoulders, his head resting on Mark's right shoulder.

They stayed like that for a while, until they finally fell asleep wrapped in each others' arms.

/a/n third part already? what? woohoo

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